Character design: KISH

How 'bout this for Kish? Grey bleak eyes, tousled short hair, black cool razor suit with a no sleeve coat and light boots, holding the keys to dimension portals in a night with moonlight shining down. I was thinking of giving him cooler outfits and maybe weapons. Maybe next time, so to not reveal anything yet. hehe...

Character design: CAROLINE (CARL)

This is what I have in mind for Caroline in the Story to be Told. She's got cool beauty blue eyes and red layered short cut hair. Kinda like punk-ish outfit. Works part time late night. Gets into some weird portal into another dimension. Is it very different from what you have in mind? (oops if it disappoint you XP) If you can't see the picture, just click on it.

***Story to be TOLD(CONT.-2)***

“Urgh…”

“You’re finally up! How are you feeling? I don’t see first aid here so…just bear with it a little.”

The guy pushed himself up. Still confused, he grabbed his right shoulder with the other hand. There was no more blood oozing out. What replaced it was a makeshift bandage of a cloth. He looked up at the girl in front of him. There was light in the room so he didn’t need to squint in the darkness anymore. The girl looked at him with curious eyes mixed with some…admiring spark? The guy was sure he must have been unconscious for far too long.

“Hello…. anybody home? Are you feeling alright? You’ve been out for like hours. Can you tell me where are we? And who are you? Why are you hurt?”

“…Who are you?”

“That’s what I asked. Can you please at least answer my question of what is this place?”

“We’re in Sephore.”

“…Excuse me. Maybe my Geography isn’t that good. Can you please repeat that?”

“This is Sephore. Another dimension from where you came.”

“……Wow… You must have an awesome dream to the other dimension. How’s life there? Do they have round houses like this? Do they sleep on feathers? Are there any doors in their houses? Because you know I didn’t see any in here. I’ve been trying to go out and find out where is this. And most of all, trying to make sense of everything that had happened!” The girl finally burst. She looked at the guy with bright wide eyes, filled with anxiety, eagerness and confusion.

The guy finally woke up from all her hysterical exclamation. He observed her for a short moment. Maybe he couldn’t bear the heat of her gaze boring into his face. Alas, he opened his mouth, more serious this time.

“This is another dimension from your original world, Sephore. I’m from this dimension. I was sent to your world to... for a mission. Last time, I had an accident and I hurt myself and then I saw you. I couldn’t see well that time. It was dark. I thought you were someone I after… so I…attacked you.” The guy finished in one breath.

“…So…it was not some bad taste dream?” The guy nodded.

“So I was actually thrown into some kind of...crack…a hole in the space into a totally different world?” The girl was like talking to herself, trying to make sense out of this mystery, in the same time trying hard to persuade herself that the guy in front of her, despite of his looks, ran away from some psychiatric hospital.

“It’s not totally different to be honest.” The guy didn’t seem to notice what the girl was going through and added on the misery in her.

“This world we’re in now, it’s like a reverse version of the world you came from. Not exactly the physical way but there are some exceptions. As you can see, the buildings here are round instead of square or rectangular. They don’t put feathers in mattresses like how it was done in the other world but let them run free.”

The girl finally looked into the guys’ eyes as if searching for something that could give away that he’s actually out of his mind and was playing around with her. However, at the same time she was struggling with herself to not give in to his mesmerizing eyes. After much effort, she gave up and held her head like she had a bad headache.

“Okay. Assume what you’re saying was true. Why am I here? Is there any way out?” The girl gazed into the guys’ eyes again, to see if she could catch a glimpse of hope in his clear grey eyes.

“There is. But…” The guy hesitated.

“But…?” The girl tried to coax him to say the whole story, the truth and her future.

“There’s a situation. We can’t go back for the time being. A certain thing is needed to go through space into another dimension. We need a key.”

“So? Just go grab your key and teleport me out of here.” The girl could almost see the first light of the day in her despair.

“The key isn’t something that can be taken easily. I used up the last bit of it by coming here with you.”

“Then just go get it already!” The girl seemed to be in hysterical state.

“I said it’s not easy to get it.”

“Then tell me what is it and I’ll just take it myself.”

“It’s the heart of others.”

“Huh?”

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Think NEGATIVE?!

oopsy!! lately, I've been a bit negative. Must be because I've been alone in the room "cooking" drama for far too long hours. I've begun to think about negative stuff like why am I here, or who am I. seems like corny old questions asked too much in the drama. but this is truly how i feel. I'm not a great person, obviously, nor a person with talents. i'm just an ordinary girl imagining of not so ordinary stuff in her dreams. the sad thing is, I have no talent. well, at least as far as I know, I still cant find what's the thing I want to do the most, what is the thing that I'm really good at. I'm not an enthusiastic person. I'm ignorant. I'm ignorant to the world around me. I dont seem to care about what happened around me. It's like it's no business to me. I may be care about something at some point but I always loss the "enthusiasm" in it and move on. I dont know if that's a good thing or not. But it definitely do me no good at some point in my life. I want to feel enthusiastic. I want to express myself. I want to have someone to talk about my feelings, my thoughts. I need someone who doesn't judge me for who I am. I admit. I'm afraid of what others think of me. I'm scared that they don't like me, I'm scared that they hate me. I'm scared that they dont care for me. I admit sometimes I'm a selfish person. but this may account to my lack of enthusiasm for anything. I cant feel it, the feeling so strong to want to do something or to care for someone or something. Why? why cant i feel it? things can be so much easier if i can feel it. I have one more bad habit. to run from the things i dont like. yes, reluctant is the word. I feel reluctance for the things i hate or dislike. I'm reluctant. I run away. from reality, from friends who needs help n support, from the feelings i had for others. I'm afraid to reveal them, afraid to express my feelings and thoughts. i, run away... i dont dare to take the responsibility. i'm afraid to take it because i know i may not be able to keep the promises i made. so i dont make promises. anyone who knows me well enough might as well know this side of me. of not daring enough to take the chance, to promise anyone anything that's important. it's because i dont have the enthusiasm in the things i do. in fact, i loss my enthusiasm fast. i lost interest in something really fast and ended up not doing it well enough. i dont know what i'm writing at this point. i might be just trying to complain to myself or just to express my thoughts about myself. it's just so hard. i cant seem to have the courage to say out loud my thoughts and feelings. no one as ever seen the real me. of what i really think. maybe it's my reluctance doing its "job" again.

***Story to be TOLD (Cont.-1)***

Actually wrote this long time ago but didn't get the chance to upload till now. haha...typically of me... >W<

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When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness. That gave me a jolt. But soon my sight adjusted to this darkness and I started to come clear with my surroundings. It's a round space. I could feel the soft touch of something underneath me. Where am I? I tried to drag myself up. My whole body felt as heavy as lead. My muscles felt screwed up, sore like I've been through some enormous washing-machine-spin. When I finally found the strength to pull myself up, I began to recollect what I've seen the other night.

The dark-deep-black eyes that seemed to stir and suck anyone in while looking at it. The owner of those eyes... Oh right! He disappeared right in front of me and then....and then...it's already all dark... I couldn't remember anything afterwards. It's all a blur. It didn't even seem real at all. However, my body have been giving me signals and signs what I've been through must be a nightmare come true.

Something moved, very slightly, against my right ankle. That gave me goose bumps. I quickly recoiled from it but felt something beside me. It felt like…skin? I mean human, of course. Not snake! Definitely not! Trying to convince myself, I finally found the courage to open my eyes to take a look. I squeezed my eyes in the darkness and I saw…a human shape lying beside me.

“Pheww…” Thank God it’s really the same species with me. I gave it a harder look and I realise instantly who was that, it was the same person I saw the before I became unconscious.

It’s the guy from before! Isn’t him the one who made me black out? Why is he here? He can’t be fallen asleep after kidnapping me? Does that mean this is my chance to escape? Wow! With a closer look he is a masterpiece! Wait! What the heck am I thinking?! He could be the one who kidnapped me! No! Judging by his looks he can’t be a bad guy! AAAAHHH!! What am I thinking? How am I different from Chris?! I’m not a pervert! So many questions and thoughts flew through my mind. After all those nonsense thoughts, I realised he had a contorted look. He looked as if he’s in pain, with perspiration covering his face and rolling down his cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed like the Grand Canyon.

“Hey! A…are you alright? Hey! Can you hear me? Wake up! Where is this place? Oi! Listen to me!”

SLAP!

“Aargh!” He finally gave out a groan and opened his eyes a little. The moment our eyes met, he quickly sat up with his eyes wide open. But the quick movement must have affected him because he immediately holds his shoulder and his eyebrows furrowed even more. He looked paler than before.

“Are you ok?”

“Why are you here? Who are you?”

“You really are a snatcher. That’s supposed to be MY question. Where is this place? And who are you? Why are you hurt?”

His perfect grey eyes stirred with confusion. Wow! Even his troubled look looks amazingly charming! Ehem…! I mean he looked confused. When he finally opened his mouth, he let out a groan and…passed out.

“Hey! Don’t faint again! I can’t guarantee what I’ll do! I mean… I don’t know what to do! Hey!”

Packing TIME!

It's the packing season already?! Geez... I haven had enough of my holidays.... Ok I know I know. More than 3 months is a tad bit too long of a holiday without working and so so... I'm getting the lazy bones. Ok I know I know. I never had the hard work bones either. Don't need to be that honest, 'kay? geez...
I think I'm gonna pack my whole closet if I keep squashing everything in. Guess I'm going to leave something behind... something physical and mental too. that's going to be hard, isn't it? Should I keep my old self here or pack it over too? I'm afraid to leave something that's precious to me and develop another self that I don't even recognize myself. So it's still ok to keep some of myself and pack them in me, right?
That's funny. I'm listening to Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood right now. This song quite suit the feelings now.
"This is my temporary home. It's not where I belong. Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through. This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going. I'm not afraid because I know this is my temporary home."